en you consider it。 I missed my chance to make like James Cagney in White Heat。
Anyway； when we were sure that Dean was going to keep breathing and that he wasn't going to pass out on the spot； Harry and Brutal escorted him over to the infirmary。 Delacroix； who had been absolutely silent during the scuffle （he had been in prison lots of times； that one； and knew when it was prudent to keep his yap shut and when it was relatively safe to open it again）； began bawling loudly down the corridor as Harry and Brutal helped Dean out。 Delacroix wanted to know what had happened。 You would have thought his constitutional rights had been violated。
〃Shut up； you little queer！〃 Percy yelled back； so furious that the veins stood out on the sides of his neck。 I put a hand on his arm and felt it quivering beneath his shirt。 Some of this was residual fright； of course （every now and then I had to remind myself that part of Percy's problem was that he was only twenty…one； not much older than Wharton）； but I think most of it was rage。 He hated Delacroix。 I don't know just why； but he did。
〃Go see if Warden Moores is still here；〃 I told Percy。 〃If he is； give him a plete verbal report on what happened。 Tell him he'll have my written report on his desk tomorrow； if I can manage it。〃
Percy swelled visibly at this responsibility； for a horrible moment or two； I actually thought he might salute。 〃Yes； sir。 I will。〃
〃Begin by telling him that the situation in E Bloc